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Thursday, October 9, 2014

A Woman of Honour by Marlow Kelly #Romance #Historical

Worldwide Release Date: 27th August2014

Duncan Campbell wakes
to discover he is imprisoned with a woman in his enemy's dungeon in the
Highlands of Scotland. The disenchanted warrior hopes his last few moments on
earth will be spent in the arms of the sweet-voiced Isabel. If only she will
cooperate.

Isabel Douglas has
no intention of obliging the crude captive. The penniless noblewoman considers
herself too tall and thin to be desirable. She intends to become a nun. But
first, disguised as a boy, she must deliver an important letter to Scotland's
hero in hiding, King Robert the Bruce.

Together, the pair
make a daring escape that plunges them into the bleak countryside in the middle
of winter. In the struggle to survive, they learn the true strength of their
feelings for each other. But when Duncan's animosity towards the king becomes
evident, Isabel must decide between her heart and her country.

Duncan Campbell drifted into consciousness and
opened his eyes to absolute blackness. He lay perfectly still on the cold, dirt
floor listening. A small rustle of fabric echoed in the darkness. He cocked his
head, getting a sense of the sound’s location, then rose to his feet.

“Tell me who you are before I tear
you apart,” he roared, seizing his opponent. Whoever it was didn’t answer, just
silence. A fist punched him on the nose. Pain ricocheted through him, and he
grabbed his face. In the dark, he lost his balance and fell in the dirt,
cradling his head in his hands.

“Oh my, are you all right?” asked a
small voice.

“No, I’m not.”

“You threatened me, and I wanted to
give you fair warning I will fight back if you touch me.”

The lyrical voice stunned him. A
woman? She spoke Gaelic with a strong, lowland accent. He shook off the pain
and asked,

“Where am I?”

“Dunstaffnage Castle. Don’t you
remember your capture? I’ve heard of people getting a bump on the head and not
remembering their own name. Is that what happened to you? Did you bump your
head?”

Lord, she was talkative.

“Is it?”

“I remember I was hit from behind
scouting the bast….Are we in the dungeon?” He rose to his feet.

“Yes.”

He grunted. On the bright side he
hadn’t gone blind. On the other hand they were in a dank, windowless cell with
no hope of escape. There wasn’t even a sliver of light coming through the door.

Marlow Kelly
Bio

After being thrown out
of England for refusing to drink tea, Marlow Kelly made her way to Canada where
she found love, a home and a pug named Max. She also discovered her love of
storytelling. Encouraged by her husband, children and let’s not forget Max, she
started putting her ideas to paper. Her need to write about strong women in
crisis drives her stories and her curiosity regarding the lives and loves of
historical figures are the inspiration for her characters. You can visit
Marlow at www.marlowkelly.com, Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads
and Pinterest